I’ve never been to a morgue, but I suspect the disturbing quiet present in our office, at least when my boss is around, is similar. I would equate it to a library except for the fact that, like a morgue, we always have someone (a.k.a. the boss) around doing absolutely nothing.
Some days I want to do something crazy just to see what he’d do. Like run into his office and start jumping on his couch. Hmmm... I wonder if I fell off and broke my head if I’d get workers' comp.